Once upon a not so distant time, the husband and I were discussing how, when we were kids, as far as we were concerned, Olive Garden was the classiest restaurant. They had cloth napkins and everything! And for years, we were convinced the OG is where you go when you want good Italian.
Then one night, we decided to have dinner at the OG. And we were both rather disappointed. (Except for the salad and breadsticks. Do they put crack in those things because I can. not. stop.) I don’t know if it was an off night, the particular OG we were at, or the fact that nothing lives up to the childhood hype, but we both walked out of there thinking I could do better – and cheaper – at home. (Seriously. The husband says stuff like, “You could probably make this better” all the time. It’s half flattering and half “I’m sorry – did I step into a time warp?”.)
Nailed it. To be fair, I’ve never had Chicken Parmesan at the OG, but I like to imagine mine’s better (it’s not fried, so it’s at least better for you). So does the husband. It actually led into a conversation about how once you start cooking regularly, you get more and more disappointed any time you go to a restaurant. Unless, of course, it’s one of those restaurants where lobster’s the cheapest thing on the menu. . .which is why we rarely go out to dinner.
Original recipe from Skinnytaste.